Now I need you to pick an occupation. Right now you're the physically strongest member of the party.

Alan Yelnats

Alcatraz wrote:Hop out of the snowplow and have my gun shouldered and ready shoot anyone not tied up in the face accept for the driver, shoot him in the legs so I can interrogate him later.

You open the door of the crashed vehicle, and out falls an unconscious driver. You see struggling in the back between two men.Sten Bos

lawmaster wrote:I am going to assume the man ends up not being able to continue the headlock since we just hit many trees. Try to let the girl out get her seatbelt undone and open her door.

You pry the man's stiffened arm off of your neck, but it looks like he's still conscious, as is the man to your right. The right one opens the car door, and bolts into the woods. The other one tries to grab you, but his movement is a bit sluggish and you throw his arm away from you.

"Well, I am going to be completely honest, I have no idea how in god's name I ended up here, the last thing I remember I was near 100 miles away and had at least 3 more articles of clothing. I woke upstairs in the bedroom around ten minutes back and have been exploring this small house since, I assumed it was a shady establishment because the proprietor had a significant amount of cash poorly concealed, and the fact that there is far to many cardboard boxes in the basement for any detective on the straight and narrow."

The only unflawed system is Lego System.

Zupponn wrote:

Colette wrote:You're free to make your own map from scratch, however.

All you have to do is flatten his head.

Silverdream wrote:TL;DR Be like Scratch.

Captain-Camper wrote:tl;dr I'm just going to assume don't be like voin and be more like scratch.

Clara Miller writes and sells articles to various Canadian newspapers. It is a uneven business that sometimes gives good pay and sometimes none at all. She's looking for that one big scoop that will let her make a breakthrough. To aid her financial situation, Clara works as a boxer at the backroom club Robertson's, a less than legal establishment for rich people who enjoy watching strong women beat each other up.

Remus: Harry... I'm a werewolf.
Harry: Are you fucking serious?
Remus: Well yes, but I don't see how that applies here.

He's a Detective that I've been collaborating with for a while now. I was expecting to meet him here, since this is his office. Since things sound a little strange here, I guess it wouldn't hurt to take a look around.